meet me at midnight.

30.

I must have dropped off to sleep after what we'd done because when I opened my eyes next, the sun had dipped a little, leaving a trail of light across the comforter. I smiled when I felt Josh's lips brush against my shoulder, kissing the lovebites there.

"'M awake." I mumbled, sleepily.

"Sleep well, little mouse?" He asked, still kissing along my shoulder and up my neck.

"Yeah." I replied, pressing myself closer to him.

His arm wrapped around me, holding me. I would never get bored of waking up next to him. The arm that was wrapped around me moved as he set his hand over mine, linking our fingers. I shifted so my other hand wasn't trapped under me, brushing my fingers along the tattoos on his arm. I smiled again when he moved his head, nuzzling my hair with his nose.

"Smell like vanilla, little mouse." He murmured.

"Yeah, I like vanilla," I replied. "It's one of my favorite scents."

"Mine too." Josh replied, and I heard him inhale.

"Is it because I smell like vanilla?" I giggled.

"Might have somethin' to do with that." He replied.

I giggled again and shifted slightly to tilt my head so I could look at him. He was leaning on his other hand, eyes locked on me. His lips quirked into a smirk when our eyes met.

"Eyefuckin' me again." He asked.

"Q-quit it." I said, feeling my face heat up.

"You're not very subtle, Daisy." Josh said.

"I-i am." I insisted.

"No, you're not," He said, and I pouted. "I can tell what you're thinkin' by looking at your face."

"Smarty pants." I giggled then.

"Gettin' very brave, little mouse." He said, eyes flicking back up and eying me hungrily.

"M-meanie." I said, softly, turning my head and I heard him exhale a laugh.

The hand that was covering my own traced up my arm, leaving a trail of shivers. His hand came up to grip my throat and I whined. His teeth found my neck, biting me and making me whimper.

"G-good at this sort of stuff." I said, aiming for a compliment, but too shy to be too crude about it.

"Practice, little mouse." Josh replied, nipping my earlobe.

I tensed up a little at that. Sometimes when I let myself feel all my emotions at once, I felt the insecurity there just below the surface. I realized it was from years of being told I wasn't good enough and it ate away at me a little. I thought about Josh's ex's and felt insecure about that too. He must have felt me tense up. His lips left my neck and the hand on my throat eased off a little.

"Daisy? Talk to me." He said.

"It's nothing," I said, softly. "It's stupid."

"You're upset, little mouse," Josh said. "It's not stupid. C'mon talk to me. Tell what you're feeling?"

"J-jealous," I said, softly. "But it's stupid."

"Wanna turn over and talk to me?" He said, and I shook my head. "Do you think I'm mad at you, little mouse?"

"D-disappointed." I said.

"Not disappointed, no," Josh said. "I would like the chance to comfort you, though."

I sniffled and shifted onto my other side. I felt really vulnerable and I blinked and a few tears leaked out.

"S-sorry." I said, forlornly.